A WORLD WHERE…
There is food for all
Where every park and public restroom also has a shower
Where kindness and bullying is the norm
Where many shelters house the few
Where a fair wage for all jobs is practiced
Where greed and malice are replaced by concern and care
Where nations come to help not to kill or take
Where people actually practice goodness
Where peace is desired above profit
Where streets are safe and dwellings for all
Where camping is for fun not a necessity
Where paychecks are not eaten away by
taxes, deductions, insurance, heath care and hidden charges
Where dogs, cats and other animals are not hungry.
Where anger is low and laughter abounds
Where people are dancing and playing together in good fun
Where prison are replaced by houses of care, concern and cure
Where jobs are many and varied
Where people can have leisure without worry
Where sickness, dieing and burial will not bankrupt

Oh Angry Hearts, why waste your hours and days on vengeance
when only cool heads generate love
Oh Thief, of your own peace of mind
Oh Greed, poisoning your own blood
Give up your desire for
Too much sensation
Too much passion
Too many highs
Too much food,
Too many pills
Too much money
Too many parties
Too much gambling
Too many drinks or drugs
It can only lead to your own downfall
Go sober into the day and the night
Tear away, fault finding, slander and righteousness
Live not a lie in your own body

Make a world where…..
Where roses are blooming in the front yard
Where the organic garden is producing
Where apples ripen on your own tree
Where our neighbors across the world
Fear not our actions
Where children and grandchildren
Are laughing and happy
Where we think, first, of what is good for the world
…Linda King 11/5/2012

THE WAYWARD WORLD

The wayward world continues on it’s way
To theft, to lying, to violence and killing
Is there any sense to cry in protest
When so many seem not to care
Anyone who has eyes to read
Ears to hear knows what is happening
In this not caring, not listening, wayward world
In every country, state, city and family
There is conflict and unfairness
Everywhere someone is fighting somebody

We of the wayward world don’t
listen to our own conscious
Telling us what is right or wrong
Moses came down from the mountain
So many year ago with ten commandments
That I doubt have ever been followed
As a child when I first heard them
I thought, “Is that all? Anybody can do that.”
But…no… nobody can… nobody does
For we are headstrong in this wayward world

We will do what we want
Not what is good for the world
Not even what is good for ourselves
Even if we pollute the air
Poison the rivers
Kill all the trees and vegetation
Kill our babies, scorn our once friends
Disown our owns families
Even if drugs become our God
Even if drought leads us to starvation
Even if the homeless dig in the garbage to eat
And the insane curse on the streets

We and THEY will have their wayward way
Excusing where THEY…where we went wrong
After all, it is a very big WAYWARD WORLD
…Linda King 8/23/2012

THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD

My Vooman’s Voice has been rather quiet lately as I was going through eye surgery and couldn’t see my computer, but on the 29th of Feb, I went to North Beach and participated in THE WORLD POETY MOVEMENT. Jack Hirschman helped organize this group and also the Revolutionary Poets Brigade. He read off a list of countries who were also participating, I think there were thirty-three, who were also taking THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD. The arcane that Jack Hirschman read was very humorous and an inspiration. Other readers were Sharon Doubiago, Agneta Falk, Bobby Colemen, Dottie Pane, Jessica Loos and many, many more.
When I saw Jerry, the owner of the Beat Museum, I was with Sharon and I said, “We are world class poets,direct me to were THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD is happening. I’m read to leap.” He gave me a thumb’s up to upstairs.
I read two poem at the Beat Museum and one later that night at Art International. We had a great time and I leaped around quite a bit, even on the dance floor, later. That last glass of wine was a little over filled and went right to my feet,…but…never the less. And, I always thought leap year day was when a woman could ask a man to marry.
I am part of The Revolutionary Poets Brigade. I said, “I don’t know if Jack knows that on my lips, Revolutionary Poets Brigade, comes out as a laugh line.” After hearing his arcane, I decided he must know it has a humorous ring, at least for me.
When one of my coffee buddies ask me what I was going to do the next day I said, "After you have made a great leap forward, you don't have to do anything the next day."
I forgot to mention we had a singer, Jimmy Bryon, who sang a beautiful song about Freedom. It had such an unusual music composition, I thought it was beautiful. On his second song he striped, sang and played in the nude. Someone call out, "So what. I see that every morning." I said, "Hold on, that's you. I haven't see any up close for two or three years." I was a little worried about dangling things getting caught in the guitar strings. Jimmy is a very talented writing and musician. I had a camera and didn't even get a picture.


FOR THE PEOPLE BY THE PEOPLE

What happened to For The People by the People?
The people were not watching
When freedoms were taken away
When Congress became
For The Congress by Congress
With no regard for future generations
Who could never foot the bill for selfish pensions
Or bridges to nowhere
Older Congressman we thought we could trust
We found out had only learned
How to cheat the people?
Vote for Pork Barrel spending?
Assist Corporations to buy lobbies?
Change laws in their own favor?
Use inside information to buy stock?
The people where asleep or too trusting
Things had been going well
There was money to spend
They had saving for retirement
They paid no attention when wages
Went higher and higher for the bosses
Bigger and bigger pensions and huge bonuses for
Unions Stewards, CEO and Bank exclusivities
The people were asleep when their wages were taken
And gambled on stock opptions
With not even a choice of where the money went
And the jobs slowly slid away
To other countries, to cheaper wages
Not that these company did the right thing
It was for The Company by The Company
They were only taking advance
Of the poor from other countries

How can lost freedoms be returned?
It took year of the slipping and sliding
Of our lawmakers to get us into this mess
Somehow, everybody thought
It would happen later, much later
They would long be dead
But it’s happening now
The figures never did add up
For the future generations

Wake up people. You are the people
Be FOR THE PEOPLE BY THE PEOPLE
It is you, your children, your grandchildren
Let us all fight this take over
Let’s fight for our freedoms
Let’s get rid of laws against our freedoms
In Government, in states, in courts,
In cities, counties and prisons
Get rid of those who vote away your freedoms
And tax our paycheck to zero
Be ever vigilant and alert to corruption within
Corruption in high places
Corruption within the law
Corrupt money made at your expense
Be aware of the greed, the lies, the theft, the fraud
Take hold of your power
Let your vote speak, your ears hear
Your eyes be ever watchful
Your mouth protest
Don’t let the game be YOU
…Linda King 2/26/12




BANKS AND THE AMERICAN DREAM

When I divorced in 1970
I couldn’t get a credit card
Even though I had $20,000
In the bank from an inheritance
I was a woman
All credit had been
In my husband’s name
Finally a card company, First Card
Took a chance on me

Then came the years
Where every bank
Wanted everyone to have
Their credit cards
And we all paid off one card
To get another with cheaper interest
At least for 6 months
6 months here, 6 months there
You could buy a house
If you had a down payment
Banks were already
Earning enough interest
But got more and more greedy
They didn’t just want just interest
But compound interest by the day
Always taking their money first
They didn’t want customers
They wanted slaves to the bank
Possibly lifetime slaves
7% become 10%
Even up to 25% on credit cards
Until you were paying
More in interest on the house or card
Than the price of the house or money taken

And getting even more greedy
Banks along with the mortgage companies
Began approving houses for people
They knew couldn’t make the payment
Let alone the balloon payment
Due in two or three years
And then, there was the refinancing
With a $5000 fee, wizards at work
And the buy-downs and paperwork
That was half and inch thick

The normal man didn’t try to understand
He just signed and signed and signed
What did he care he had nothing anyway
So how could he loose anything?

The banks and the mortgage companies
And the Insurance companies
Schemed together to make big, easy money
For the loans were guaranteed by the government
Each house needed insurance
Flood, fire, earthquake, disaster
Insurance was made mandatory
Of course, they paid Lobbyist
After all, aren’t we all
Working on the American Dream

When you had to walked away
From a house you have been
Paying on for twenty years, but never owned
Your $30,000 home changed to $59.000
And $59.000 to $83,000
And $83,000 to $135,000
It could have been $280,000
Mortgage appraised and bank stamped
I was just not as greed as the banks
who took billions and then trillions in bailout

We knew, we all got into GREED
Just like the banks…why not?
Just like our politicians, stockbrokers,
Like healthcare, unions, corporations
The city, the state, the courts, policemen
Doctors, dentist, drug companies, hospitals
You name it…Capitalism running amok
To any country, to any people
Who would take lower wages
And give corporations lower taxes
It’s the America way

And like the banks
I, too, wanted my share
I could use their money to make some money
I was getting older, my SS check tiny
So, now, when the collectors call
Telling me what I owe
On my lost house, now in foreclosure
And my flood insurance in the rear
Home insurance tacked onto my equity loan
Double/triple, plus late fees over late fees
That can never be stopped
Everything doubled and compounded
What can I say, I’ve been deregulated
Money has lost its value
The Bank wouldn’t talk to me
Now I won’t talk to them
As they juggle my payment
From Washington Mutual to Chase
From Countrywide Mtg. to Bank of America

When they do get me one the phone
Being kindly, I say to my collector
“My dear, if I were to pay
All of those bills and charges
You are asking me to pay
You, Darling, would be out of a job
Employment is, sorely, needed
In America right now. Thank you.”
And I hang up and don’t answer again

THIS from a woman
Was never late until 2008
Even with the unreasonableness of
Flood insurance for Phoenix Arizona…Ha!
Who can afford to file bankruptcy? Not me
…Linda King 2/2011


After the reading, one man praised my poems highly saying I should read them on the radio as it was one of the best summing up of what had actually happened that he had ever heard. After talking to my sister about her husbands cancer I read my old poem NEMO at night.

REVOLUTION OF THOUGHT

Records of war and death
Go back thousand of years
Man has never been at peace
He can never have peace
Without a revolution of the mind
First of all he needs
To lay down religion
Or at least think about it differently
Religion has cause more wars
Than all the madmen of the world
Your God or my God
Who is the best God
Who created the best God
Jehovah, Buddha, Christ, Allah
Is the God who wants
A foreskin really better
Than one who wants a clitoris
Better than a Monkey God
Or the Elephant God, Gnash
Or God hanging on a cross
Insanity fighting with insanity

Lay down religion for world peace
Let good sense prevail
Lay down prejudices
Lay down greed
Lay down love of power
Lay down the class system
Lay down politics
None of the systems have work
Not the right, not the left
Not dictators, Not Kings
Not Lenin, Hitler or Napoleon
We need a revolution of the mind
A revaluation of history
How many thousands of years
Must this go on
Before man wakes up, smartens up
And comes up with something new
Something never before tried
Lay down weapons
Lay down war planes
Lay down rockets, drones and bombs
Wake up world
STOP!!
Nothing was ever solved
By tearing down, destroying
Look at ancient Greece and Rome
Killing a race, a tribe, a nationality
Is not even possible
It was insanity of superiority
We are too many, too mixed
But starvation can kill millions
Murder and war has never worked
It will never work
Lay down your war planes
Lay down your love of oil, diamonds and gold
Lay down your strategies
Get off your adrenaline high

Only those who build, plant food
House and feed the people
Have peace in mind

We have computers
We can reach the world
We can have transparency
We can have honesty
We can have something new
We can have a world working together
We can use our minds
We can reason about how to
Actually achieve PEACE ON EARTH
Revolution of thought
A Revolution of the mind
…Linda King 7/11/11

REELING WITH WONDER

Days are disappearing into
The deep fog of San Francisco
Disappearing days of wondering
Wondering if the Middle East
Can free it’s self from a dictator
Firing upon his own people with
Guns, grenades and mortars
Wondering if America can
Climb out of it’s credit hole
It’s unemployment, it’s
Homeless people on the streets
Wondering if Japan can
Clean up it’s earthquake disaster
It’s radiation and bury it’s dead
Wondering about the tornadoes
It's death and destruction
And the floods and fires
Wondering if cities and states
All over America can
Balance their budgets
And bring jobs back to America
Wondering when my son can get hired
Wondering when gas prices will go down
Wondering if there will be enough money
To make it through the month
Wondering if there is anything
One person can say or do
That will make a difference
Is it me, or is the whole world
Experiencing the same
Change shoved into our lives
Without relief from day to day
Leaving us all reeling with wonder

Leaving one to welcome the fog
With it’s clouds of white softness
To smother things into unreality
And soften the harsh realities of life
With it’s hard edges…coming to fast
..Linda King 4/25/11

A VISIT WITH MY COUSIN IN PETALUMA

I spent the week end with my cousin in Petaluma, pictured with her dog. A couple of years ago, we went on a trip up the Oregon coast with this little dog, Butler. He has since died and I thought she would appreciate this picture of them together and the one I took of him alone. We left him tied while we went to eat and he was not happy. She loved this dog and I have never been able to send her a picture by e-mail. I mess it up every time. I'll try this.
It was just beautiful up north, but I didn't have my camera. All of the rolling hill are a emerald green with cows and sheep grazing. They do have happy cows up Petaluma way.
For our walk we went to the Cheese and Egg Festival and got many tasty bits of this and that. The next day we went to Sebastopol to the Flea Market and on the way hit on a great Estate Sale. We both found treasures, that we might never use. The drive up and and back was great with blossoms, green and spring flowers everywhere.
The baby lambs were nice too. On my way home the sky was filled with every kind of cloud you can think of...all in one sky, and as I neared S.F. the fog slipped over the hill and bled down the other side...beautiful. The bridge in fog is unreal too.

The other house, I drive by every weekday taking the kids to school. The clouds were so beautiful, this day, I stopped and took a picture of the house. This house would have been the entrance house of the Ingleside housing development which was built on the site of the old Ingleside Horse Racing Track, where my daughter has her house, and I thought my daughter, Carissa, didn't like horses. There is a circle of houses that go right around where the track it's self would have been. Carissa likes to run there. She's been a runner since high school and still keeps it up...pretty good.
I've had a hard time getting to my writing since Margie, my sister's death. It still seems unreal. I wish she had made it up here to see all this green after so much rain.

FLOYD ENCE AND HIS BELOVED RACEHORSES AND HOUND

The photos I am putting up are of my brother-in-law Floyd Ence, his racehorses and dog. He ran racehorses at all the tracks in Utah, Golden Gate, Hollywood Park and Santa Anita. His dog "Whitie" seems to love these horses as much as Floyd did. He seems to be posing for me when I took these pictures. Margie loved the Utah races and went with him often. I went when I was in town to Beaver, Escalante, Panguitch, Cedar City, St George, etc. A Ence horse was often the winner. Floyd didn't Gamble, but I did and won some easy money because we knew his horses were a cut above most in Utah. Many of these photo are of the Mares who were having the colts. He had one little colt he saved in the correl from the wolves or something he was pretty beat up. All of his horse seem to love him and came to him to be petted any time he was in the fields at his Mountain Meadow Ranch. Just down from the ranch was where the Mountain Meadow Massacre took place. One of his friend died on the fence there shot by his own gun as he climbed he fence. It was a little spooky up there. I seems to hear moans and groans on the wind.